I have applied for more than 30 full-time jobs in Vancouver and Portland. (And I've been honestly qualified for most of them.) I have received one phone call from a potential employer. I have had zero interviews.
I check my phone, my email and my mailbox, with OCD-like regularity. And yet, still nothing.
I keep telling The Artist that the situation will change in the blink of an eye. I'll get a call, an interview and a job offer at any moment--and then I'll think "wait, I'm not ready" because of all my unfinished projects that will now be on hold while I work 40+ hours/week. Having a job really cuts into your free time.
Free time that I'm obviously not using to blog. So here's a few bullets to let you all know how it's going (other than the unemployment):
- The Magician helped a friend film the Downtown Vancouver Association's first Clean-Up and then won a generous gift certificate to BeigeBlond, a rather posh salon--and he gave it to me. Can you say mani-pedi?
- Last week, The Artist made a 3'x7' painting of a hermaphrodite and then sold it to Brett, the fabulous owner of the aforementioned salon. How fabulous is Brett? When I had my hair done there before my trip to San Francisco ($200 for color, cut and unnecessary "product"), he was wearing camo Carhartts--that he'd bedazzled with rhinestones.
- The Star and I spent hours at the mall this week looking for an affordable sundress for her to wear for her end-of-year band concert, since 8th-graders are exempt from the white-shirt/black-skirt rule. But we found nothing she liked that was under $5o. So we headed to the fabric store, where she got everything we needed for about $20. Guess what I'll be doing tonight?
- Yesterday was the Junior Rose Parade. I was able to spend the day as water-bearer, since I have no job. As you know, I love marching bands and parades, so this was really fun. Except that one of our students was running around during the hurry-up-and-wait stage and tripped, bloodying his knee and snapping his clarinet in half. Fortunately, he wasn't my kid. Now we're just waiting for the judging results. If our band wins best band overall, the band director will shave his "freakishly round" head (his words). The kids did a pretty good job, but I think Mr. Conditt's hair is safe. UPDATE: While a Vancouver middle school did win the Sweepstakes Award, it wasn't our band. We won third place in the out-of-state small band division.
- I've been drafted to be on both the promotions and the fund raising committees for the gallery. The Artist points out that perhaps one family member dedicating as many as 20 (unpaid) hours a week to the art gallery is enough, but this is really just my social life. I'm no longer attending the UU church or in my own band, so this is my chance to hang out with People Whose Underwear I Don't Wash. How refreshing. (Full disclosure: both kids actually do their own laundry now, but comments about underwear are funny. To me.)
- And speaking of underwear: June 16th is the Pretty Panty Ride, part of Pedalpalooza!, Portland/Vancouver's big bike festival. I'll be flying my pretty panties like a flag. (Full disclosure: the panties I'll be exhibiting are a size that fit The Star's tiny teen buns, not my own ass--which would take a much longer bicycle safety flag than is available.)
But now I have to go check my mail...
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Your phone would ring with a call from me, but I don't have a current number for you . . . email me your digits . . .
Gretchen 06.07.07 - 12:41 pm
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